you’re not any good at this,you know everyone is being politewhen they say they want to hearwhat you have to say they’re worried about your meltdownsabout your fragile emotional state it costs them so much to be honestand so little to just lieso they liethey say you’re a good writerthey say you have interesting pointsthey…
Category: Poetry
red
red is the momentthat rage devours despairblood dampens waterfire dissolves tears i was drowningin an ocean of bluesuccumbing to the darknesssliding into the slipstream but we can drownor we can burn we can collapseor we can overcome we can slide between the wallsand disappear into the shadows or we can claw our wayback into the…
girl
a letterto the girl i never was i’m sorry that you didn’t have a chance to be i wish i could say that i knew you were thereinsidewatching the worldbehind a web of masculinity but i was trying too hardto fit into not be mockedto stand up myselfto make my father proud little me didn’t…
histomath
i never liked historybut now i can tell youthe pythagorean theorem was known well before pythagorasalgebraic notation does not appear in the kitab al-jabrbut it has some really neat geometry in itthe vinculum appears commonly in three placesover the radicand even when it’s not neededover repeated decimalsand as the fraction barbut otherwise it mostly lost…
golem
i was made of mud and twigsand tufts of grassand stones from the riverbed my bones were logsof fallen treesdestroyed by insectseating into the core i was moldedinto the shape of manwith layers upon layers mud upon logsmud upon mudclay riddled with rockspocking my skin i was formedi was deformedi was reformed and left to…
invisible
one daywhen i was invisiblei climbed into a windowof an abandoned houseon the other side of the tracks it was the industrial part of townwhere the air was heavy with the rancid smellof lubricating oiland rusty auto partsand the sweat of menwho knew what manhood was but now the tracks were overgrownwith thickets and broken…
there’s an outfit i keep in my closet
there’s an outfit i keep in my closet it doesn’t fit me anymorebut it’s what other people expect me to wear i slip it on when i need toand i try to keep it clean not pristine and pressed, mind you:it has to be rumpled enough so that it looks like i still like to…
parabola
her heart was a parabola her love spun outin tangentsthat spread like ley linesacross her history each line was a dreameach line was a memorygolden kintsugithat traced her pastinto her future her heart was a parabola and although she could not findits vertexand although she did not knowits slopeshe knew her turn had come but…
Annabelle Jane
There once was a lass named Annabelle JaneWho stood on the deck in the pouring rainAnd when the rain had stopped its fellYou could see her skirt did swell Oh yes, what a lassAnnabelle Jane rode the watercraftOh yes, what a lassBut she hid a secret shaft Commentary: A fellow trans person commented that there…
Snippet
My soul collapsesand I can’t breatheso you hold my head underwateruntil I can swim (written some time in 2022)